Three Word Challenge: Oven, Sturdy, Collapse (2/2)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Swallowing uncomfortably, I clamber straight ahead, mindful not to rest my limbs too heavily on the fleshy parts of the path. It is close here. I can hardly breathe.
I have arrived to where you are. My heart stops. My breath stops. I feel your eyes on me. I feel the pressure we apply to one another.
As we feel the ceiling softly collapse upon us both, you wrap your arms around me, and I am not alarmed. We share the first of many kisses, a firm declaration of future tidings.
"Welcome home, love," you sigh, and then words become obsolete.
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